Pretty Woman Page #3

VIVIAN:

You spent it on drugs, didn't you?

KIT:

Hi, Viv. Carlos, you know my

roommate, Viv.

CARLOS:

Lookin' good, baby.

VIVIAN:

(ignoring him)

Did you blow it all, Kit? Is it

all gone?

KIT:

Carlos had some great rock.

VIVIAN:

I bet.

(beat)

That was our rent!

Carlos attempts to put an arm around Vivian's shoulders.

CARLOS:

Calm down, Chica.

Vivian throws him off.

CARLOS:

Ey! What is it you wan', baby?

I can fix you up.

VIVIAN:

Beat it, scum bucket!

CARLOS:

You kiss your mother with that

mouth? Your frien' still owes

me 200.

VIVIAN:

(to Kit)

Let's go.

Skateboard appears suddenly, blocking Vivian and Kit's path.

VIVIAN:

Get out of my face or I'll have

those cops on your ass in two

seconds.

Carlos glares at her. He looks down toward the lights of the

cop cars. One of the POLICEMEN looks towards them, curiously.

Vivian waves at the cop.

CARLOS:

(threatening to Vivian)

Don't take no dates tonight,

chica, you got one with me.

Vivian grabs Kit by the arm and pulls her across the Boulevard.

INT. FALAFEL STAND - NIGHT

Vivian and Kit sit at a table sipping tea. Vivian is still

mad at her.

VIVIAN:

We worked for that money. We

were gonna put together enough

to get out of that dump we live

in, get off this street.

KIT:

Viv... don't be stupid. We're

whores.

Vivian looks like she wants to weep. Or scream. She does

neither. She slowly nods. Kit's sorry she said that.

KIT (cont'd)

So I blew our stash. We could

make it all back with one good

night on the streets.

VIVIAN:

I just saw somebody pulled out

of a dumpster. I wonder how much

she made tonight?

KIT:

Don't be mad at me. I'll pay

you back. I promise.

VIVIAN:

I thought you were giving up that

drug sh*t.

KIT:

I will. I'm trying.

(a beat)

Meanwhile I got some crack left,

you wanna get high?

VIVIAN:

No, let's go to work. Okay?

KIT:

Okay.

(then touches her hand)

I'm sorry I said your dream was

stupid.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. - NIGHT

Edward's Ferrari turns onto Hollywood Blvd., finally out of

the Hollywood Hills.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. - NIGHT

Vivian and Kit are out trying to hustle John's in passing cars.

Vivian strikes a sexy pose at the bus stop. Kit is talking to

another prostitute, RACHEL.

KIT:

No no, honey. You see these

stars on the sidewalk. Me and

Vivian work from Don Ameche all

the way up to Roy Rogers.

This is our office. We got

seniority. Get off our corner.

RACHEL:

I was just taking a rest here.

Besides, she's new.

(points to Vivian)

KIT:

But I'm old. Go rest up by Monty

Hall or Debra Paget where you

belong.

Rachel walks off.

VIVIAN:

(looks at passing cars)

Looks slow tonight.

KIT:

Maybe we should get a pimp.

Carlos likes you and --

VIVIAN:

Forget it. We work for it. We

keep it.

They keep hustling.

KIT:

I can't handle this tonight.

I'm going home.

VIVIAN:

(stares at her)

That crack is burning a hole in

your pocket. There isn't even

milk in the fridge. The rent's

due. Now come on --

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. - ANGLE ON FERRARI - NIGHT

KIT (O.S.)

(suddenly)

Hey, hey -- There's a rent.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD. - BACK TO SCENE - NIGHT

VIVIAN:

He's not gonna want us.

The Ferrari goes by and stops.

EDWARD:

(calls out to Vivian)

Excuse me.

KIT:

(excited)

Don't take less than a hundred.

You look hot tonight. And

remember, don't mouth off. They

don't like that.

VIVIAN:

Okay. Go home. But take it easy

on that sh*t.

Kit gives Vivian a quick hug.

KIT:

You're the greatest. I'll wait

up for you.

And then Kit is off, moving quickly away. Vivian turns. She

stares at the Ferrari, loathing it and all it represents. And

then it's as if Vivian turns a switch. She fluffs her mane of

hair, throws her shoulders back, thrusting her breasts out and

sashays towards the car, a sexy, friendly smile on her face.

In the driver's seat of the Ferrari, Edward is looking furious

and distracted. Vivian leans over the passenger window.

VIVIAN:

Hey Sugar, you lookin' for a date?

EDWARD:

What's that?

VIVIAN:

You looking' for some company?

EDWARD:

Uh, no. How do I get to Beverly

Hills?

VIVIAN:

What?

(dropping the come on)

You gonna tell me you're lost?

EDWARD:

Yes.

VIVIAN:

Great. What do I look like a

tourguide?

Edward takes a good look at her.

EDWARD:

(a beat)

No, you look like a hooker.

VIVIAN:

Actually, I'm a movie star out

for a walk.

EDWARD:

Good. Can you tell me how to

get to Beverly Hills?

VIVIAN:

Sure. For five bucks.

EDWARD:

That's ridiculous.

VIVIAN:

The price just went up to ten.

EDWARD:

Why don't you just do it out of

the kindness of your heart?

VIVIAN:

(sweetly)

Sit... and spin.

EDWARD:

Sit-and-spin.

(amused)

Alright... why not?

He pulls out his money clip.

Vivian suddenly freezes. On the sidewalk up ahead, Carlos and

Skateboard. Carlos flashes an evil, menacing grin. He motions

to Skateboard, they start forward.

EDWARD:

(holding up a bill)

You have change for a twenty.

Vivian pulls open the door of the car and jumps in.

VIVIAN:

For twenty, Ill show you

personal. Drive.

Edward stares at her. She smiles sweetly.

VIVIAN (cont'd)

Make a "U-ee". Beverly Hills

is the other way.

The Ferrari pulls away, passing Carlos on the sidewalk.

INT. FERRARI - MOVING - NIGHT

VIVIAN:

Nice car. Yours?

EDWARD:

(as he grinds the

gears; wincing)

No.

VIVIAN:

Stolen?

EDWARD:

Not exactly.

He smiles. Vivian smiles back.

VIVIAN:

Mind if I turn on some heat?

EDWARD:

If you can figure it out, be my

guest.

Vivian reaches out, turns on the heat.

EDWARD:

Very good. You're obviously

mechanical.

VIVIAN:

(laughs)

You're not from L.A., huh?

EDWARD:

New York.

VIVIAN:

What motel you staying at?

EDWARD:

Hotel.

VIVIAN:

Okay, what hotel?

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